Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 39 Part 4

“I was saving a wayward youth—and testing his operating mechanism at the same time,” Xu Turan justified righteously, then frowned, “He didn’t seem to be affected by my passive ability?”

“Not necessarily,” Pu Han said while going downstairs to open the door, “Didn’t you notice? Your passive ability has obviously different effects on monsters of different levels. Lower-level ones tend more towards mutual slaughter, while Haunted House No. 71 falls into slumber…”

As for that young man just now, being able to become an attendant of Haunted House No. 71, his level must not be low. And from his performance, he seemed to be closer to losing his mind…

After all, anyone with a bit of brain wouldn’t persist in being strung along like a kite without giving up.

Xu Turan nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and Yang Buqi, for some reason, felt his heart tremble violently.

“The rules paper says not to interact with people who obviously don’t belong to this time and space…” he felt that this interaction should also include not stringing people along.

“Mm-hmm, I remember it all,” Xu Turan nodded affirmatively, following behind Pu Han and entering the basement.

The entrance to the basement was pushed open again, and this time the situation behind the door was very normal—no stairs, no ghastly green young man, just corridors and rooms like usual.

The difference was that there were now many more people here.

Men and women, old and young, they came and went in the rooms, each exchanging irrelevant conversations, seemingly unable to see Xu Turan and the others, or even each other.

Some were like bubbles, disappearing in an instant, while others remained active, with even their voices particularly clear.

“I know, I know it all!” A man wearing a long coat ran past Xu Turan and the others, holding a thick notebook in his hand, his expression manic, “I know why the previous ritual failed! I finally dreamed about it again… I finally know where we went wrong!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman with a high bun appeared on the other side of the corridor, her tone indifferent: “The ritual is about to begin, are you all ready? This time might be our last chance.”

“Hurry up, everyone hurry up!” Another young man’s voice sounded, seemingly urging someone, “Bring all these over… bring them all to the main sacrificial altar… The teacher said, these are the real key!”

…

“…Tsk.” Pu Han swept his gaze left and right, pondering aloud, “It seems we can’t avoid splitting up now.”

The three figures were clearly in different time and space, leading to three different clues. If they only pursued one of them, they might miss other information.

Yang Buqi: “…”

“We can only follow and observe, no interaction,” he emphasized again helplessly, “Also, if anything happens, communicate through the rules paper.”

Although the basement had become very strange at this moment, it still belonged to the area covered by the rules of the rules paper. Every door had that paper pasted on its outside.

Xu Turan nodded and took the lead in designating a target: “That woman seems to be leaving—I’ll follow her.”

With that, she turned around first.

Yang Buqi looked at her worriedly, but in the end, he and Pu Han each chose a figure to follow—he chose the man in the long coat, who had already passed through the corridor and turned into a room. Yang Buqi didn’t dare to delay and immediately followed.

The arrangement inside the room was very strange. In the middle were a massage chair, a sofa, and a projector, with a large projection screen on the wall; overlapping with the massage chair was an antique writing desk.

The man in the long coat was standing in front of the writing desk, pointing at the notebook finger by finger, seemingly engaged in an intense conversation with someone. Yang Buqi approached, his gaze sweeping across the desktop, trying to see the man’s notebook clearly, but he couldn’t make it out no matter how he tried.

The man’s voice came over, full of confidence: “Fire! The key point is fire! We shouldn’t have used candles! It doesn’t like exposed fire… We should change the material, I think we can use lamps…”

“We can’t use electricity, it doesn’t like electricity either… gas lamps, or oil lamps… lanterns…”

Yang Buqi: …?

The man’s voice became intermittent, and his figure began to waver. Yang Buqi tried hard to listen to what he was saying, and after waiting for who knows how long, the man suddenly disappeared like a burst bubble.

The antique writing desk and the notebook disappeared along with him. Yang Buqi didn’t dare to delay and turned to leave immediately, but when his hand twisted the doorknob, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This door couldn’t be opened.

…Damn it.

After trying several times without being able to open the door, Yang Buqi immediately turned around and walked towards the other side—this was originally the underground home theater of Xu Turan’s house, with its own bathroom. The good news was that the door leading to the bathroom could be opened at this moment, the bad news was that there was no exit to other rooms inside the bathroom.

There was just a small ventilation window, outside of which was pitch black, nothing could be seen.

Yang Buqi knew he was trapped and could only choose to make long-term plans. However, before that, he didn’t forget to take out the pen he carried with him—there was also a rules paper pasted on the bathroom door, and he could completely share the information he had just obtained with others through this rules paper.

However, the moment his eyes fell on the rules paper, he was stunned.

He saw that several lines of text had appeared on the rules paper at some unknown time.

Red handwriting, flamboyant and crooked, mixed with many corrections and misspellings—

【I’m trying to attract your attention to convey that I’m willing to help you.】

【Although our previous interactions weren’t pleasant, trust me, I really can help you.】

【If I wanted to harm you, I would have been confused by now, wouldn’t I?】

【Release the suppression on me, I’ll help you escape, this is a very fair deal.】

【Yes, I’m only Pyre level, but I’m more useful than you imagine. You think I’m weak because you haven’t seen my true power.】

…It looked like a one-sided conversation. Although the handwriting had become much uglier, it wasn’t hard to guess who was writing through this tone.

—The Planchette Pen in Xu Turan’s hand. It should be communicating with Xu Turan in another space, for some reason using the rules paper as writing material, and the content written was just synchronized to his side by the rules paper.

However, Yang Buqi wasn’t concerned about this point.

What he was concerned about was that among these dense lines of text, almost two-thirds were all lies.

…Including the first sentence of the last line.